Above the ocean, it is quiet and peaceful.

And all the tranquility is the final foreshadowing for the future storm, when the curtain opens, there is always a need for a curtain reporter, the middle-aged Confucian patted the sword in his arms, smiled helplessly, but his eyes were extremely resolute.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar who was born in the Jixia School Palace, although he has the most frustrated and resounding name in the world, is still an ant in the eyes of the sage who has a heavenly constitution in his mouth and represents the power of Huanghuang Tianwei, but he is a little bigger than those smaller ants.

What can really get into the eyes of the saints is afraid that it is just a "heresy" like Lao Xiucai.

The middle-aged Confucian man closed his eyes and felt that this represented the brilliant Tianwei of the Heavenly Dao, and the shackles on the heart lake were finally loosened, and the Tianwei Huanghuang was just like the authority of the human dynasty, but the authority of the human dynasty eventually changed, and the white bone and blood alternated, but the saint who represented the "Tianwei" was immortal.

Authority and eternal life are undoubtedly fatal temptations, even if it is a cup of poison that poisons people's internal organs and bone marrow, someone will drink it.

Authority is given to people, power is stored in people's hearts, there is faith, there is none, and tricks to confuse people are like floating shadows swimming in the wall. Even a short person can cast a huge shadow.

And eternal life without authority is like losing everything, the white bones in front of you, the blood in your hands, in fact, is just the authority to take away for eternal life and life and death.

The emperors of the world and the saints on the top of the mountain are all like this.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

The saints are unkind, and they use the people as dogs.

The so-called "Heavenly Constitution" is probably to maximize one's own interests under the rules of this heaven and earth, and the rules of this world are set by the saints, and the "Heavenly Constitution" is the authority exclusive to the saints.

The middle-aged Confucian slowly spoke, and the vast water transportation between the sea and the aura circulating between heaven and earth suddenly froze, and a fiber and a dust, all entered his eyes, as if the rules of the operation of the world were in front of him, he exhaled lightly and slowly opened his eyes, and the middle-aged Confucian scholar's radiant eyes were a little more enlightened.

The aura and water luck that flowed around again condensed, more domineering than the middle-aged Confucian man had just embodied, but in this domineering, there was a heroic righteousness.

In the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, there was finally a positive color, and he slowly pulled out the sword in the scabbard, and in an instant, the sword qi suddenly swept from the scabbard and the blade.

"Wei Pingsheng, you really want to stop me!"

This world is originally a saint, and all the dirty deeds can't escape the sage's detection, Lao Xiucai already had a little disgusting saint's mind when he went to Haihezhou, so he naturally won't hide the heavens.

The middle-aged Confucian Wei Pingsheng finally pulled out the sword hidden in the scabbard, and said: "Since you have agreed, you can no longer regret it, among the scriptures left by the Holy Master, you have never taught people to break their promises, and you and I know the matter of loyalty." ”

Of the three school palaces in the world, Jixia is the most conspicuous on the top of the mountain, and the remaining two are extremely low-key, even if the saints in them are enough to compete with the holy masters, but they traveled early and don't know where they went, and the saints of the Jixia School Palace, in the final analysis, have inherited a lot of knowledge, but they are still just parrots.

This is the case with the one in front of us today.

There are many Chinese veins in the Temple of Literature in Jixia Academy, but the person who can grasp the authority of the saint in front of him does not rely on the knowledge and truth that he should have, but through the name of the most holy vein, Mu Monkey, and the holy Yasheng disdains this, and the name of this saint naturally falls on his head.

The Confucian sage who was committed to the clouds and mist was silent when he heard the words, Wei Pingsheng really said that there was nothing to blame, Confucian learning, originally from sincerity and loyalty, and a mouthful of righteousness in the chest, Wei Pingsheng only one sentence, grasped the key to it, and was already invincible.

However, there is far more than a Confucian saint here.

Wei Pingsheng was in a trance for a while, and a young man wearing a hibiscus crown and a purple robe appeared in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, it was brilliant and mighty, and a middle-aged man in martial arts costume also arrived.

Compared with the Confucian sages who were committed to the clouds, the two later ones were much more generous, and they were originally a matter of spreading out the situation, covering up, but they lost their bearing.

It seems that he also sensed the inappropriateness of this, and the Confucian sage waved his sleeves to sweep away the clouds, quite a feeling of clearing the clouds and seeing the sun.

The sword in Wei Pingsheng's hand actually began to tremble at this moment, and the three saints came together, such a scene, even if it was the battle of the cave heaven back then, there had never been, and on this side of the ocean, there were three saints who now held the authority in the world.

"Then the two of us, can't we go over too?"

The young man wearing a hibiscus crown and a purple robe opened his mouth leisurely, giving Wei Pingsheng a feeling of being separated from the world.

Wei Pingsheng held the sword in his hand and said: "I am worthy of the sky, and I can't be honest with the ground, I can't lose my trust in this loyal thing." ”

glanced at Wei Pingsheng lightly, but the young saint wearing the hibiscus crown no longer spoke.

For a while, the atmosphere was condensed.

After a long time, it was the middle-aged man in the costume of a soldier and a martial artist who broke this abnormal calm: "In this case, it is better to do one, which not only completes your loyalty, but also does not hinder you and me." ”

The young man wearing the hibiscus crown had no objection when he heard this, and nodded, since he couldn't talk about it, it was really better to have a good one.

However, the Confucian sage was a little hesitant, if it was such a Confucian method, he would naturally not have any objections, after all, Wei Pingsheng was born in the Jixia School Palace, if he really did it like this, tearing his face, it was extremely unsightly.

Before the Confucian sage, a humble gentleman who was as rich as jade, could speak, Wei Pingsheng said to himself: "This is the best!"

Since the sword was drawn, there was no retraction because of the words of others.

What Wei Pingsheng asked for in his life was exactly this, he had already realized the Heavenly Constitution in his mouth, but he had not seen the real sage methods, and now it was exactly what he wanted.

Before the words fell, Wei Pingsheng suddenly moved, his body was like a sword, like thunder and lightning, and shot towards the middle-aged man in the costume of a soldier and a martial artist.

Different from sword cultivation methods, sword killing is the mainstream of sword cultivation, but Wei Pingsheng is one of the heretics, he is not like a sword cultivator, but like a swordsman walking the rivers and lakes.

The Confucian sage and the young man wearing the hibiscus crown did not move, and did not mean to make a move, the sage made a move, one person is enough, if he does, he will inevitably have a reputation for bullying juniors.

The middle-aged man in the costume of a soldier and martial artist was indifferent, as if what came straight was not a sword that was enough to kill the cultivation of the Five Realms, but a streamer.

............

The knife-wielding boy Lang Yi Er or San carried a lot of sorrow and fled through the criss-crossed streets and alleys, but the people who pursued him behind him did not want to let him go at all.

In normal times, the knife-carrying boy Lang Yi Er or San would have drawn his knife and slashed, but now he has to be busy running away, and there is an oil bottle next to him, so he can't stop no matter what.

Besides, the knife-carrying boy Lang Yi Ersan did not have the courage to fight for his life with the person who pursued him behind him, his skills were not as good as others, and he was willing to bow to the wind, and the knife-carrying boy Lang Yi Ersan was very aware of this.

There was a trance in front of him, and the knife-carrying boy Lang Yi said badly, and he didn't have the intention of running away, and everyone was chasing after him, and then he ran away, didn't he hit someone's knife edge?

The knife-carrying boy Lang Yi Er or San is also an old man, and he was not depressed when he stopped, but rather lively: "Why is Brother Wu interested in playing tricks with my younger brother and me, isn't it that my grandfather didn't return the wine to you last time?"

Standing in front of the knife-carrying boy Lang Yi Ersan, it was the ruthless guest, the knife-carrying boy Lang Yi Ersan didn't know the purpose of his coming, but which pot was not opened and which pot was not mentioned, it was okay not to mention it, the ruthless guest reached out and grabbed the ear of the knife-carrying boy Lang Yi Ersan.

"Stinky boy, don't you think that after a few years of walking in the rivers and lakes, you don't know how to respect and inferior? Don't think that only your grandfather can teach you a lesson. ”

Lang Yi, the young man with the knife, didn't expect the ruthless guest to reach out and grab his tricky ears, a pair of square white eyes turned drippingly, and he kept begging for mercy: "Don't pull it, the little brother is wrong, the little brother is wrong, oops, it hurts!"

The hero doesn't suffer the loss in front of him, and the knife-carrying boy Lang Yi Er or San secretly slandered in his heart, and when I get out of this Longchang Town, I have to find a few famous storytellers to arrange your ruthless affair, aren't you afraid of your daughter-in-law, I will let you pinch my ears!

The ruthless guest seemed to see what the knife-carrying boy Lang Yi Ersan was thinking, but instead of letting go, he pulled harder: "Stinky boy, don't think I don't know the flowery intestines in your belly, why, you still want to go out of Longchang Town, just go to the storyteller to arrange me, you are not kind." ”

As he spoke, the ruthless guest let go of the sword-bearer boy Lang Yi's second and third ears.

Looking at the ruthless guest in front of me with a bitter face, the knife-carrying boy Lang Yi lowered his head weakly, not daring to look at the ruthless guest.

"What did your grandfather ask you to do in this dragon town?"

The ruthless guest asked, he knew that Yi Ersan would not come to the troubled waters for no reason, this kid was shrewd, if it was to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, no one could compare with Yi Ersan .

Sure enough, to the surprise of the ruthless guest, the young man with the knife, Lang Yi, said: "Grandpa said that he wanted to bet this time, but he couldn't come by himself, so he brought me back from Beilu Zhou." ”

Ruthlessly said: "Then do you know about Chen Yue?"

Lang Yi, the young man with the knife, said in surprise: "What?!, that old guy from the Chen family was willing to let Chen Yue out!"

A pop fell on Yi Ersan's head, and the ruthless guest said coldly: "You try it again, I don't mind knocking your head into a bag." ”

The young man with the knife, Lang Yi, covered his head and didn't dare to say anything more.

With a sigh, the ruthless guest waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and get out, don't dangle in front of my eyes." ”

The knife-carrying boy Lang Yi Ersan was like being amnestied, carrying the many sorrows that had just been thrown into the ground, and disappeared in front of the ruthless guest in a puff of smoke.

The ruthless guest sighed faintly, and walked out of the criss-crossing alleys in silence, it seems that his cheap brother-in-law really participated in this gambling game, and they all said that the authorities were obsessed with bystanders, but in this Longchang Town, they turned around, and their own bystanders were already confused.

............

Cai Fei escaped from Baitou Mountain, and his vitality was already greatly injured, and what he had just performed was the bloodstain escape charm with the highest rank in Zhengyang Mountain, although the rank was extremely high, but the sequelae had to pay a price, and this price was to replace the aura with qi and blood.

Ink-colored azure armor, rune sword, Cai Qian didn't expect that she would be defeated, just a small one-realm martial artist, she could be crushed in a single move, but now she was really defeated in the hands of a one-realm martial artist, and she paid such a price.

Now all the layout of Longchang Town has been unfolded, and it has long become a place of right and wrong, what Cai Qian wants at the moment is to withdraw from the situation of Longchang, she admits defeat, she is not self-sufficient, if she loses, she will lose, if she loses, then the road of immortality will become empty talk.

The calm in the Folding Willow Lane is still there, there is no oppression from the mountain rain coming and the wind is full of buildings, Cai Fei has become a frightened bird, but at least the cultivation of the four realms is still there.

"Come out! Jiuhe Jun Jiang Tu, the co-owner of the rivers and lakes of the dignified Jiuhe Dragon and Snake, actually plays such a trick, this face, I'm afraid I don't want it?"

Cai Qian didn't guess wrong, before the words fell, a familiar laughter came from the mouth of Zheliu Alley.

Jiang Tu, the Jiuhe Jun dressed in a lake-blue robe, slowly walked into Zheliu Lane and said with a smile: "Cai Daoyou, you and I are only half a catty and eight taels, you elevate me like this, I'm afraid it's a little too much, Jiang is someone who is looking at the power of the means, Cai Daoyou doesn't want to look down on Jiang someone." ”

Cai Fei stared coldly at Jiang Tu, the king of Jiuhe, who was like a smiling tiger, and did not speak, the current situation is very clear, people are swords, I am fish and meat.

"Cai Daoyou, look who that is. ”

Suddenly, Cai Qian only felt a burst of coldness, and when he turned back, what he saw was Zhang Sui's gray face.

The tip of the knife protruded from Cai Xuan's heart, and the darkness on the blade couldn't help but surge, this dagger, Cai Fei recognized, this was given to Zhang Sui by her.

The aura in the cave suddenly froze, and Jiang Tu, the Nine Rivers Monarch, walked in from the alley with a chuckle, patted Cai Fei's already stiff cheek and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you will become my newest yin puppet, and under the middle four realms, no one can beat you." ”

The dagger was pulled out from the heart, but it was not stained with a drop of blood, and the dagger that was re-condensed by Jiang Tu, the Monarch of Jiuhe, was naturally more vicious than before.

Zhang Sui silently put away the dagger and stood behind Jiuhejun Jiang Tu, waiting for Jiuhejun Jiang Tu's orders.

At this moment, a loud sound resounded in the sky.

In the Sword Division, there was a ray of light.